Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Q65,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.